SEEKERS
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" How can one person be more real than any other?
Well, some people DO hide and others SEEK.
Maybe those who are in hiding - escaping encounters, avoiding surprises, protecting their property, ignoring their fantasies, restricting their feelings, sitting out the Pan pipe hootchy-kootch of experience - maybe those people, people who wont talk to rednecks, or if theyr're rednecks wont talk to intellectuals, people who're afraid to get their shoes muddy or their noses wet, afraid to eat what they crave, afraid to drink Mexican water, afraid to bet a long shot to win, afraid to hitchhike, jaywalk, honky-tonk, cogitate, osculate, levitate, rock it, bop it, sock it, or bark at the moon, maybe such people are simply inauthentic, and maybe the jack leg humanist who says differently is due to have his tongue fried on the hot slabs of Liar's Hell.
Some folks hide. And some folks seek.
And seeking, when it's mindless, neurotic, desperate, or pusillanimous can be a form of hiding.
But there are folks who want to know and aren't afraid to look and wont turn tail should they find it - and if they never do, they'll have a good time anyway because nothing, neither the terrible truth nor the absence of it, is going to cheat them out of one honest breath of earth's sweet gas. "
- TOM ROBBINS - "STILL LIFE WITH WOODPECKER"
Although gold dust is precious,
when it gets in your eyes, it obstructs your vision
- HSI-TANG -
Poezija je samo trag zivota
Plamti li tvoj zivot, poezija je samo pepeo plamteceg zara
Poetry is just the evidence of life
If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash
- LEONARD COHEN -
You cannot prevent the birds of sorrow
from flying over your head,
But you can prevent them from building a nest in your hair
- CHINESE PROVERB -
Before the beginning of great brilliance,
there must be chaos
Before a brilliant person begins something great,
they must look foolish in the crowd
- I CHING -
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart,
and you shall see that in truth
you are weeping for that which has been your delight
- KAHLIL GIBRAN -
When the great universe was wrought
To might and majesty from naught,
The all creative force was -
THOUGHT
- ELLA WHEELER WILCOX -